A mighty blacke horse, with gallant white winges,
Within his grand paunch beares many straunge things:
He oft doth travayle for masters avayle,
And carges his bridle tyed fast to his tayle.
In going hee flyes twixt earth and the ayre,
And oft, where they would not, his riders doth beare:
Hee hath divers eies, and yet cannot see,
I pray you doe tell mee what may this beast bee?